[ His anger had felt bottomless; a well to draw on over and over again, but in this moment, in these dying hours and minutes, he feels exhausted. Drained. He thinks he could fight still. That he could kill. But the gentle fingers against his skin and the words spoken in his ears bid him rest. It's hard to shake that angry drive, even when he's being asked to. Even if he is bone tired, worn down to a raw, sharp, jagged point by the last five days. ]
We can't fail.
[ The words slip out. ]
We can't-
[ But even signed with Meridian again, his strength and stamina still aren't what they would be with his Crest. His hands lift and clutch at Set's shoulders. ]
How can it be enough when they still live?
[ The madness isn't gone yet, but perhaps there's something clearing in that single blue eye. ]
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We can't fail.
[ The words slip out. ]
We can't-
[ But even signed with Meridian again, his strength and stamina still aren't what they would be with his Crest. His hands lift and clutch at Set's shoulders. ]
How can it be enough when they still live?
[ The madness isn't gone yet, but perhaps there's something clearing in that single blue eye. ]